Jordan, sword in hand, is silent but attentive a foot or two from Animus' elbow.
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Ankh grabs her bag and West's. She grabs as many supply duffle bags as she can and turns to those inside. "I am making a run for the vehicle. Anyone who wants to come with me is welcome. If you choose to stay here thats fine, but I am not waiting for you. I can fit all of you in there if we squish and three of you sit on the roof. But I can get us all out of here. It is your choice."
She turns and makes her way toward the door, ready to leave.
Dodger yells
"SHOTGUN!"
And follows after Ankh.
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"Our best chance is to stay as a group. We should either all leave now, or all stay here." Animus waits, watching to see who follows Ankh before committing himself to either path.
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Fuck "Alright everyone move Now! Get to the damn car get inside and hold the fuck on." As Falx talks he slides his knife back into its sheath and swings the MP5 to his hand. "We can't split up even more. I'll cover all of you." Falx checks his gun one final time and moves out the door the gun raised in a ready position at his shoulder.
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Tam grips her kitchen knife. It wasn't designed for combat, but stainless steel was still stainless steel. Broad at the base, tapering to a point, she thought of how well it would chop celery, and realized she was holding it for cooking. She changed her grip so the knife ran parallel to her forearm. As the group filed out the door, she found her place and followed.
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